Daylight
Bird sound
Wakes me
Soft
I'm still mourning the springtime
I don't know how many I've left
I move to London
Cos I feel I have to
I know that that's probably wrong
But at least my small room gets some sun
The boy in love
The girl in white
When they trade eyes
There is no forward and backwards
All of space and time
Is made of light
When Bono dies
She will have found what she's looking for
And so will I
Peace and quiet
A choir of angels performing Four minutes 33 seconds to a packed auditorium
Weighed down line up
Prophets have scrambled my mind
With a culture of garbage
An endless distraction of fun
Fugly jewellery
Tasteless art in a gallery
It's probably funded by cops and military too
The girl at night
She dreams of fire
The boy wakes up
There is no distance between us
All of space and time
It's one big lie
It's all made up
It's just a dumb little story
All my life
Peace and quiet
I'm in The Garden of Nothing
Always have been
Here
Safe
Silent
Home